"You see, I once had a magazine. What a sad, low, life that was. It was torturous, having to supply her ink day and night, hear her endless gossip about such and such teen heartthrob, the thick, partly-ironic whining and the occasional hypocrisy, her leaflets falling every other second, with her lips parted just so slightly to shout the ever-popular acronym of OMG

"I was never quite sure how to respond, or how I had come to such a low point, so I took her cheap binding by the staples and tore her apart permanently. Between the shouts both condemning and approving of popular issues, and as she threw up a veritable sea of inspirational photography between pregnant stars, I realised I never quite cared for her.

"The rage in my eyes was vivid, bright and strengthened by her shallow statements. You never knew what she meant, what was for the controversy, what was for the humour. It was long, and hard, and as she hiccuped a final economic statistic, she died in my arms.

There are different types of magazines - they're not all full of gossip. Magazines are for entertainment and out of the millions of magazines circulating all over the world that speaks of just about every topic/age/hobby imaginable, I'm sure there's one that suits anyone/everyone's interest.-I'm a pretty cheap person so I don't buy magazines. ... Or anything, really.

"You see, I once had a magazine. What a sad, low, life that was. It was torturous, having to supply her ink day and night, hear her endless gossip about such and such teen heartthrob, the thick, partly-ironic whining and the occasional hypocrisy, her leaflets falling every other second, with her lips parted just so slightly to shout the ever-popular acronym of OMG

"I was never quite sure how to respond, or how I had come to such a low point, so I took her cheap binding by the staples and tore her apart permanently. Between the shouts both condemning and approving of popular issues, and as she threw up a veritable sea of inspirational photography between pregnant stars, I realised I never quite cared for her.

"The rage in my eyes was vivid, bright and strengthened by her shallow statements. You never knew what she meant, what was for the controversy, what was for the humour. It was long, and hard, and as she hiccuped a final economic statistic, she died in my arms.